Chapter 141 The conflict between buying life and working life! (Please subscribe, please subscribe!)

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Chapter 141 The conflict between buying life and working life! (Please subscribe, please subscribe!)

After selling his life to the destiny ghost, he got seven yuan of ghost money, which is his price and the value of his life.

After taking the ghost money, Sun Xing disappeared from the spot.

Instead.

There is a heavyweight portrait on the shelves. Sun Xing in the painting has bright pupils and a calm expression, but the face is covered with a layer of darkness. It seems that the whole painting is shrouded in haze, making people unable to see it clearly.

Compared with most of the portraits on the right, many of the portraits on the left are the same as him, with a peaceful expression, and obviously they are people who deliberately enter the picture frame.

Anyway, there is no way out for the outside world, so why not come here to fight.

The portrait on the right is different. Most of the pictures here are empty frames, and the only few pictures with portraits show hideous faces, which seem to have been accidentally left here and become part of the picture frame.

At this moment, there was no more figure in front of the empty shelves.

Only one iron rod was inserted horizontally on the ground, and there was nothing on the counter opposite the iron rod. The window in the center returned to peace again, and the whole room was silent.

Only the sound of chains deep in the counter was heard from time to time, as if something heavy was moving, the sound was loud, and the sound of chains hitting the ground was deafening. Unfortunately, the whole room was empty and no one knew about it.

Sun Xing entered the picture frame, and the twenty-one dollars marked below his picture frame on the shelves were particularly eye-catching.

Among these large piles of portraits, his price is undoubtedly the highest, which represents the strength of a person's supernatural power.

For decades, he has not been the strongest person to come here, but he seems to have reached the limit of the power of the money house sealing power.

There were many ghost-controllers who were stronger than him in the Republic of China era. Unfortunately, the stronger the person is, the heavier the clamping, and the money bank cannot bear the overly strong supernatural.

The heavy chain sound disappeared within a short while.

In the depths of the darkness behind the counter, there was a sound of beating the abacus, eager and urgent, as if the business teller was going to complete some urgent task.

"Ba~Baba~"

The sound of abacus resounded throughout the bank and even gradually spread to the outside.

Not long after, the abacus sound also stopped.

But there was another movement in the huge courtyard outside the house.

"Guji~Guji~"

The strange grinding sound rang again, and in the courtyard, a thin figure pushed an old grinding wheel several times larger than his body and walked again.

The man whose body had already rotted seemed to be doing this action. The four stone pillars under the millstone kept moving and rotating throughout the courtyard.

To be precise, it seems that it is not the person moving, but the entire huge millstone moving, but it drives the rotten person at the same time, making people mistakenly think that it is the person moving.

After repeated cycles, the millstone kept wandering in the compound.

Sun Xing didn't know everything about the outside world.

He was sealed in a picture frame, unable to move or speak, and even his consciousness was sealed.

Time flies very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the next day came.

That is, on the last day of Sun Xing's deal with the life-buying ghost. According to his judgment, he must at least prepare Jin Hong's body to trade with the life-buying ghost on this day.

After completing the transaction, he will even get a ghost money, and then the next ghost master will appear on the wooden board, which will continue to cycle.

Otherwise, if he violates the trading rules, the life-buying ghost will take his life accordingly.

Dahong City.

Huaguoshan Road Shuilian Community.

Zhuge Sheng came to a safe house, which was a secret room he created, and no one knew.

However, the room in his safe house was very small, only a few square meters. He pushed open the door and walked in.

In the center of the safe house is a lengthened table with nearly twenty candles on it. Each candle is of varying length and even the fire is different. The only thing that is the same is that there is a name under each candle.

He swept from the left, and the first candle placed was himself.

"I don't have much time."

He stared at the small candle and said in a deep voice.

"This guy Zhou Tai is so alive that he doesn't show off his face on weekdays."

He looked at the second candle placed on the table, with a name posted there: Zhou Tai.

In his impression, this guy was a person who entered the club very early. He only controlled one ghost but endured many people to death.

Above Zhou Tai's name, the candle flames kept beating. Compared with the small half of others, his candle seemed to be particularly long, with a larger fire and a slower burning

"And this guy Li Lin is clamoring every day to recover. If nothing unexpected happens, this guy can live for several more months."

He glanced at the candles on the table one by one, and his face suddenly sank.

This is a kind of "life card" he made for everyone in the club, but it usually only has reference value.

The length of the candle shows how long a person can live, and the size of the fire shows the supernatural strength of a person. Of course, these are theoretically and without any surprises.

If something happens, no matter how strong the fire is, no matter how long the candle is, it will be useless.

Thinking of this, he looked at the last candle on the table, where two extinguished candles were stored, which had not been removed by him.

They are two ghost drivers who died not long ago.

"These things have to be taken away. These ghost masters must find something for them, otherwise they will never be able to cultivate powerful ghost masters."

Thinking of this, Zhuge Sheng helped his forehead, causing a headache.

There are many people in the entire club, but unfortunately they are all ghost masters who control a ghost, even him.

It’s okay to deal with ordinary supernatural events. If you get a little more intense, you will be done. Those two extinguished candles are examples.

I went to investigate the supernatural incident, but I didn't bring any news back, but I died inside.

The death of these two people undoubtedly aggravated the complexity of that supernatural event.

Not to mention other ghost-controlling people, he doesn't even dare to go again.

The two ghost-controlling men died in a supernatural incident, which would undoubtedly greatly aggravate the danger.

No one knows what will happen when the collision between the evil ghost and the evil ghost.

But the only thing that can be sure is that it will be extremely dangerous.

"Let it go first, then let it go first. When Sun Xing comes back, it is indeed time to move the place. Recently, many people have come to Dahong City, and even foreigners from various countries have been sent. Some of them look very strong and I can't handle it."

"Fortunately, these people dare not set foot here, otherwise, our group of ghost-controlling men might not be their opponents."

Zhuge Sheng said to himself that he was under a lot of pressure when Sun Xing was away.

Ye Zhen from the Supernatural Forum visited, inquiries from other ghost drivers, and even the infiltration of foreign forces. Everything made him difficult for him to deal with.

At this time, he would only feel at ease if he stared at the fiery red candle on Sun Xing's name.

The fiery red candle was extremely powerful, and even the candle was larger than others, which was the most special one he had ever seen.

He looked towards the center of the table, but the next moment, he was stunned.

"Extinguished?!"

Zhuge Sheng rushed up in a hurry and stood at the table.

"No, no, it's not extinguished, it's scattered and flashed. Is this a crisis a pity I haven't taken the bus, and I don't even know where the boss has gone."

Zhuge Sheng murmured to himself as he looked at the candle that was flashing and decaying on the long table.

After a while, the candle still remained unchanged.

Zhuge Sheng closed the door of the safe house and left with the pair of candles on the table.

The day passed quickly.

Unlike the changes in the outside world, the money house has no movement, and it seems that it will be the same no matter how many hours have passed.

It is very quiet here. Apart from the noise of the grinding sounds from time to time, it seems like it is falling into static.

But time has been passing, and it is soon twelve o'clock in the evening.

After trading with the Desperate Ghost, Sun Xing didn't know what changes would happen to the evil ghost behind him as he stepped into the picture frame.

But he guessed that perhaps the evil spirit behind him was just a curse and did not exist in any entity.

This can also explain why Chi Tong and even the Ghost Realm cannot see that figure, only the corpse oil lamp can reflect it.

This is the power of the curse.

“Hohu~”

Under the platform opposite the wooden door of the money house, a cold wind blew, strong and violently slapped the wooden door of the money house.

Behind this cold wind, a strange figure followed. A man with a not-tall figure was walking slowly towards here with a wooden board on his shoulder.
To be continued...